Always a reason

Why am I blogging when I don't have anything in particular to say? Well, I guess it is to stop me from what I was doing, which was hiding in the corner of the kitchen, my back to the family, hoovering the one chocolate chip cookie I bought at the store today. Um, maybe I also wandered into the dining room at some point to slug milk right out of the jug. Yes, yes I did. I think it was my private way of marking my kitchen territory. It was no less ridiculous than how our dog kicks his legs in the grass a bit after he pees, to let us know this is his yard. (So why can't he deal with some of the maintenance?) 

The reason I was acting out? I had recently returned from soccer practice with the girl child to some substandard boxed macaroni and cheese. The hubs had once again done his part to keep some secret Heart Association vow, and left the butter out of the mix. I always tell him to just use less than called for, but no, completely deleted. Whatever. I was wandering around the kitchen a little bit later, and found the mac and cheese pan "soaking" on the stove. Maybe some butter would've helped it not stick to the pan so much? I realized this was quite the trend in dinner clean up this week. The husband issued an unspoken blanket rule that all pans should soak, until I walk by to deal with them. Argh! 

The reason I was pacing to and fro, was to avoid any direct eye contact with the hubs...platelet donor du jour. You see, any glimpse in his general direction seemed to be taken as an invitation for him to tell me a little more about his Red Cross experience. Oh Bloody hell! When he told me it took three tries, I thought I gave the appropriate look of empathy, accompanied by a sensitive request that he spare me any further specific details. Something about the way I gripped the back of the chair I was standing next to, did not give away my general sense of wooziness. More details were shared, with the only interruption being my request that it stop. I am going to proceed under the assumption that you do not want to hear any of the finer points that I heard. I'm sensitive like that...you're welcome. However, if you are interested in the ins (three to be exact) and outs of it all, please contact my husband, as he is very eager to tell his tale. I'll be in the kitchen for one reason or another. 

**Note: We are all sitting on the couch watching last night's American Idol, as I type this. The singing is fantastic, but has been overshadowed a few times by the sound of bandages dramatically being ripped off of someone's arm...so many bandages. Please.

**Another note: I would link to other platelet donation days, but I can't find them. Good thing I only bought one cookie!